It’s cooler this evening, or not quite as hot,
and the park is quiet and pleasant.
A few children on the playground equipment,
one curious youngster investigated one
of the storm-felled trees; watchful parents
on benches beside the playground or under the shelters.
The lamps are lit, though it’s not quite dark.
There’s a friendly soccer match under way
on the adjacent pitch beside the high school,
but it must be getting hard for the players
to see each other and the ball and goals,
the yellow lights from the school parking lot
a little too distant, lending them little aid.
No on at all on the path this evening;
I can cycle around the loop without having
to dodge pedestrians two abreast or
the kids who ride in confused circles,
lost in their little worlds, heedless
of the motion of adults around them.
Odd there are no dogs and walkers–
Wait, here’s a black lab arriving, as I leave.
T. Allen Culpepper